Message-ID: <40053asstr$1040728202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021224062144.7359.qmail@web20805.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ginny Walker <wcollege2001@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 22:21:44 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Maid Of Honor X-Original-Subject: STORY - Maid Of Honor Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 06:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40053> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "maidofhonor.txt" begin> WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL. This story contains sex between a woman and her best friend. This story is a slightly embellished account of a true experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I am always looking for more true experiences from others to write about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and trib. In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful, erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames) at wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 -------------------------------------------------------------------- "MAID OF HONOR" by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com F/F TRIB 1st Kelly was getting married! I sat there staring at my best friend in disbelief. I guess I always knew this day would come but now that it actually had, I realized that I wasn't ready for it. How had life slipped by so fast? It seemed like it was only last month that Kelly and I first met - in actuality, seven years had slipped by from the day we both met in Algebra class back in our Freshman Year at Central High. I sat at the desk next to this blonde girl, and said "Hi, I'm Lexi". Kelly introduced herself and proceeded to tell me how much she despised math. We were so different - Algebra was my favorite class - yet from that first moment we became friends. Within a week we were best friends - we vowed we would be lifelong friends. I spent as much time at Kelly's house as I did my own. Her parents were like my second set of parents. We became closer than sisters - soul-mates you could say - sharing everything, all our secrets - except for maybe one, I would eventually learn. We were inseparable throughout high school. Even our boyfriends did not come between us. Kelly never went too far with her boyfriend, while I was a little wilder than her and had been sexually active since ninth grade. Kelly always asked lots of questions about what it was like to actually do it - she was so innocent in many ways. We were growing into women and the addition of boys in our lives started us thinking about what our lives would someday be like. Kelly wanted 6 kids - I wanted 1, but lots of horses. As we talked about what would eventually be our lives apart, we seemed to draw closer through the sharing of our dreams. It was March of our Senior year when Kelly dropped a bomb on me - she was going to an music college in Colorado. Colorado! That was over a thousand miles away. I felt like my best friend had just died! The next three months were miserable. I tried to cut the ties that had bound Kelly and I together for the past four years, in an effort to soften the blow. But as I did, I felt I was cutting my own flesh. This was my closest friend in the world - she was family to me. It was right after graduation that I told Kelly I wanted to go to Colorado also. Trying to be the reasonable one, she told me they didn't have the kind of math program that NC State did. I explained that I had looked into their computer science program and it was a respectable program and I was smart enough that I didn't some upscale university degree to land any job I wanted. When Kelly realized I meant business, she finally let loose and and screamed with joy. We hugged and screamed and giggled together! We roomed together at college. I dated a lot of different guys that freshman year, while Kelly met David just before summer break. Sophomore year life seemed to get more complicated. Real life was staring Kelly and me right in the face, just two years away. That summer was a relief as we forgot all about the pressures of school and what would follow. We just wanted to enjoy the summer - no cares - no boyfriends (David lived in Colorado), just the North Carolina shoreline. Kelly's parents had a two-bedroom beach house right on the Atlantic. Kelly & I spent most of the summer there. Her folks would come out on weekends. The two of us were not too motivated to work since we knew we had the rest of our natural lives to work, so we usually stayed at the beach house during the week. One weekend Kelly's folks came out. Kelly had to move out of their room into the room I was staying in. We had shared a bed before during our sleep overs back in high school so we thought nothing of sharing one then. I remember waking up one night and looking over at Kelly sleeping beside me. She looked so peaceful. I didn't know why but I felt so content being with her. She was always there for me, encouraging me, supporting me, cheering me up. We were so emotionally and spiritually close that I think the physical closeness just completed something. I think that is why the thought of her 1000 miles away in Colorado had been so scary to me. I thought I would also lose the emotional closeness. This started to change during our Junior year. Kelly and David had become closer. Even though she had not given her virginity to David, things seemed to escalate between them. It seemed that Kelly and I did less together. It was Kelly this time who appeared to be cutting the ties that bound us so closely. Halfway through the school year, Kelly hit me with another bombshell - David asked her to marry him! There was that feeling of loss again. I tried to feign joy at what was the biggest news Kelly had ever shared with me, but inside my stomach was in knots. Kelly had tears of joy in her eyes as she asked me to be her maid of honor. I began to cry too, but mine were more like tears of loss. As I tried to accept the reality of things over the next couple of months, I realized I needed to come to terms with my own insecurity. I had convinced myself that I could not survive without Kelly - in reality I hadn't lived much of a life without her. I guess she was my crutch. I had let myself become dependant on her. But I also knew I would be truly on my own in just a few months. Why was life so scary to me? The wedding was set for June 27th, a Sunday. There was so much to be done. Kelly's dress was made by her mother-in-law-to-be. The wedding would be at the beach house overlooking the ocean. We spent two months planning every detail of that wedding. The activity seemed to be a healthy distraction for Kelly and I. It got our minds off the fact that our lives would be parting as we went on to the next phase of our lives. But alas, the planning was all done - the hustle and bustle was over - and the wedding was a week away. That is when reality began to hit once again. I became depressed. I never realized Kelly might be experiencing the same fear and sense of loss that I was - until that week. I went over to Kelly's on Monday to discuss the last detail of her wedding - her bachelorette party, set for Friday night. Kelly finally let everything out and burst into tears. I hugged her and attempted to comfort her, wiping away her tears. We stared into each other's eyes as thought how ironic this was - here I was attempting to be strong because my "sister" needed me to be, yet I wanted to do exactly what she was doing. As if in an effort to get a lifetime of togetherness into a few days, Kelly and I spent the whole week together - every waking hour. We shopped, we dined, we walked , we talked. It was a special time and we drew closer than ever. At one point Kelly looked at me and said "we'll be best friends forever - nothing will ever change that". It was as if she knew what I needed - reassurance. I felt comforted. It was Friday and me and the girls had big plans for Kelly. We were all going to have a blast at this bachelorette party. Five of us started out at 5 PM with dinner, then it was off to a local country and western bar. None of us did much dancing but we made up for it with drinking. I was the designated driver so I limited my drinking. By 11 PM we had made it to the final destination, an all male revue. Being the only sober one, I had to laugh at the spectacle Kelly and especially the other girls were making. Not being able to get drunk like the others, I was starting to get a little bored. After a couple of hours everyone decided to call it a night. I was on the way back to drop Kelly off at her house, when she asked me to swing by the beach house - she wanted to make sure her dress was perfect. It was 1 AM and her wedding was in less than 36 hours so I tried to assure Kelly her dress was fine and that she should get some sleep. But she insisted that we go. We got to the beach house and Kelly showed me her dress. It was beautiful. She said she was going to put it on to show me. Before I could tell her not to bother, she disappeared into the bathroom. It seemed like she had been in there forever - I was starting to wonder if she had maybe passed out - then the door opened. "Oh Kelly, it's beautiful!", I exclaimed. She did this little twirl thing and almost lost her balance. "Do you you like it", she asked. "David is going to go wild when he sees you in this", I told her. "But do YOU like it" she responded, apparently unsatisfied with my prior comment. "Yes - you look beautiful", I repeated. Kelly's gaze dropped to the floor. I asked her, "what's wrong". She said nothing - then began to quietly weep. I walked over to her and again asked, "Are you alright?" She didn't respond right away, she just kept looking down. I held her hands and called, "Kelly?" After a moment, she tipped her head up and stared into my eyes. More silence, then she said "Before I marry David, I need to know something. I need to know if there can be any chance for us?". Before her words registered with me, she leaned to me and kissed me on the mouth. It was like I had been struck by lightening - her lips pressed against mine and as I began to comprehend the reality of what she had just said and done, her tongue entered my mouth and found my own. I could not react - I was paralyzed. I just stood there and let Kelly kiss me. I wasn't trying to kiss back, yet my mouth was moving and my tongue danced with hers, as my eyes closed. I had never experienced such a kiss before. Chills ran down my back, and I felt a tingle in the depths between my legs. Kelly placed her hand on my breast and a moan escaped my lips into her mouth. She fondled me through the thin cotton of my blouse, as she continued to explore my mouth with hers. Kelly became more aggressive, forcing her hand inside my jeans. Fear overtook me - this had gone too far. I reached for Kelly's hand to push her away but my jeans were working to her advantage. Interpreting my initial lack of resistance as an invitation, Kelly began to fill up with passion. I didn't want this - I wasn't into girls - I became horrified at what was happening. Still, I could feel my wetness soak my panties and the palm of her hand as Kelly groped me through my panties. To my relief, I felt her begin to withdraw her hand - but it quickly returned only this time she had slipped it beneath the waistband of my wet panties. I could feel the skin of her fingers touch my naked pussy for the first time. It only took her a moment to find my now hardened clit and she began to rub it. Mentally I was fighting what was happening, but all physical resistance had ceased - and as Kelly sensed this she slipped two fingers inside of me. I had known pleasure between my legs before, but for the first time I had a hunger between my legs. My pussy longed to draw all of Kelly inside. I needed the release that only she could give me at that moment. "Please..." was all I could mutter. Kelly brought out the depths of my femininity as I came on her hand - my orgasm was powerful and I screamed out of pleasure into her mouth. Kelly withdrew her fingers from me and pleaded "Make love to me Lexi", as she lay back on the bed. I'll never forget the look of her in that wedding gown laying back on the bed calling me to her. I wanted to run out of the room at that moment - I knew I should - but I was unable. Part of me felt like I owed her something - part of me just wanted her. I went to Kelly and laid on top of her. I kissed her breasts through the lace of her wedding gown, feeling her nipples become engorged in my mouth and straining against the thin lace of her bra. I didn't stay there long, something in me moved me lower between Kelly's legs. I lifted her dress and brought my face to her panties. I kissed her and could feel her wetness through the satin. I pulled them down to her knees and buried my face between her thighs, my lips and tongue touching another woman's vagina for the first time. As I tasted Kelly I thought what a strange and intoxicating sensation it was. She was sweet and her smell excited me. Though I had no idea of how to proceed, something in me guided me. I licked Kelly's vulva until her lips were swollen and her juices began to flow freely. My tongue snaked between her labia and sought the entrance to her womanhood. Suddenly my head was filled with the reality of how unnatural this act was - a woman with another woman. Yet my body was acting on its own now. Those thoughts fled my mind and I gave myself over this act of lesbian love. Eager to experience this forbidden sex, I pressed my tongue as far into Kelly's vagina as I could. She began to yell and then grabbed the back of my head pulling me deeper inside of her as she came in my mouth. I continued moving my tongue in and out of her as I lapped at her juices, swallowing down her sweet nectar. As Kelly came down I was revelling in the lustfullness of what I had just done to her. I wiped my face, quickly shed my jeans and panties and laid down on top of Kelly, desperate to feel her bare skin on mine. My legs slipped in between hers and our pussies made contact for the first time. We were both crying. I kissed her in a long, slow sensual kiss. Kelly broke the kiss long enough to whisper "I love you". Then she kissed me again. Almost imperceptibly at first, our hips began to undulate together as we continued to make out like two high school lovers, my hand now fondling Kelly's bare breast. Our slits explored each other, sliding up and down over each other, mixing our juices together and smearing them over both our vulvas. The sensation became more intense and found myself grinding harder into Kelly's crotch. She drew her knees apart and back which forced her vagina up and into me. I felt my labia slip in between Kelly's and the natural instinct to fuck overwhelmed me. I began to buck wildly although it seemed to be in vain as Kelly didn't possess the usual accessory my pussy was used to having within it. But Kelly was nearing another climax and she began to fuck back harder. She started to moan, arched her back, and lifted her hips up off the bed. This increased the friction between our two pussies as we rubbed vulva to vulva. A second later I was sent over the edge as I felt her clit slide into my vagina. Screaming in ecstasy, I pushed down with all my weight desperately trying to get her clit deeper inside me. My own orgasm overlapped Kelly's and I went limp into her arms. Cherishing in my mind what we had just shared, I looked down at the most intimate part of our joining. Our bodies were still tightly fitted together like two matching puzzle pieces. Then I noticed the mess we had made on her dress - it was covered in mine and her juices. But I guess we both knew she wouldn't be needing it anytime soon. -THE END- by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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